Down at the waterside
the other day
when I saw the sign say
Death From Above
I had to laugh
did any of these clowns know
or was I alone aware to the impending
it seemed the crying child knew
for he looks at me, and me at he
and we see each other, does he know
why else would he be crying

Things are looking up the man says
the bald-headed man with an afro
he might know, for he tells us
certainly the mighty 82nd Aces Airborne
were aware of the eminent scare in the air
they, the pure, the proud, the pious, and the professional
knowledgeable, schooled in the ways of death from above
perfect in their performance of death from above
is it possible they did not know, or did not care

Thank you very much for a sweet swan song sung
in the voice of an angel we cannot see
does anybody remember cranes over Hiroshima
the U.S., the us, we sold a UPS parcel package of death from above
all that time in hell to pay for not applauding
I wonder what the big man in the engine house thinks
can he see both sides now
the top from the bottom
the bottom from the top

And then as if it wasn’t enough
one of them asks me the time
u never know it’s later than you think I say
he can only grin a Cheshire cat grin
as the smoke snakes from his nostrils
and the eyes roll back into his head
all forming a magically rising spiral
which envelopes his face into a mystical haze
then disappears in the unknown
Should we bang the gong or clap

Still the congregation flocks to somewhere over the rainbow
where they ask the answerless question
to the sharply-dressed Englishman smoking a fag
just then a head rolls by with a body walking behind it
and the angel voice said I had the craziest dream last night 
Gabriel has blown his horn

Not everyone has the bare necessities
nor knows the view from home
Death from Above – Quit it
then enters one who can’t reach it
but tells that the mighty mandolin
caressed two beautiful maidens
and with a whole lot of shaken goin on
made the maidens make music
but the music died
Death from Above
smile when it happens
you wouldn’t want your skeleton to spend
eternity with a frown, would you?
And the clouds rained welcome to waterside
I read about it in the Book of Love
Don’t touch, don’t talk, don’t walk, don’t Be!
and the mad man screamed we were all in the same place
with our souls searching sacredly for something we could not know
Death from Above
smile when it happens
the geek adjusted his spectacles in acknowledgement
and stated come back anytime
for humanity packs its purse with all types
it knows you, it feels you, it lives you, it breathes you,
it sees you, and you are it
it knows the music never stopped
it remembers cranes over Hiroshima
Death from Above

Take your hands off and wave goodbye to mother
take your head off and remove the chicken bone
caught in your throat
you can’t take it with you, but at least you tried
grab your hat and bag, fill it with as much as you can
you can’t take it with you, but at least you tried
be what you want to be but be beautiful

Hey mister, you got anything here a man might want
how bout a salt shaker with high blood pressure
a pepper shaker that sneezes
how bout an old black guy with the blues
how about cranes over Hiroshima
how about Death from Above

Is it true that man can fly
then how come he walks around so low
and all the children cry alone
Indecision, turmoil, tumult, chaos and confusion
don’t let them touch you,
or else you’re contaminated

A picture is worth a thousand words
three thousand to a mute
I once lit up with a smile
but a child’s tear brought the sky down
introspection is the only self-abuse
retrospection is history
history is caliedacyclic gyro-perfect

Can I ask you a question
thanks for nothing was the reply
in the garden we saw a red rose
a white rose
and a pink rose
now only darkness grows
and becomes the greatest fear of men
because they go to school to learn and remember
Death from Above

In the tragic accident mankind spilled his purse
and lost many of his most valuable possessions
locked up by a patrol of border guards from hell

and when I come home to you
and find you there, but the home is not
I wander aimlessly trying to forget my name
but instead forget my pants
I know not where I am going
neither do you, neither do the cranes
we all wander aimlessly without our pants to nothingness

Sometimes we even feel
as though we are late to nowhere
so we try to catch the bus
but the bus is busted
and we feel abused and disgusted
If only then we could see cranes over Hiroshima
and unite with
Death from Above

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